A photograph is a means of travel.
It is a way of defeating binary linear logics
Of space-time by jumping them. Flying
Through them. A Muggle way of apparating
A Muggle Time-Turner. An apparition,
I apparate there, where the topmost branch
Meets the roof. I am a bird who lives in the tree.
(I wonder if you would like me if I was a bird in a tree?
If you would shoot me with your lens instead of your eyes)
Photography at least gives scope for the imagination.
I am a bird right now, in this twilight dusk, crooning
And chirping. Do you see me? Can you hear me?
I am right here, in this photograph. I am flying now.
Tree friends, bird friends, rooftop friends, muggle friends,
Present friends, past friends, and you, will you be my friend?
I have been here for an hour now, this evening, this tree,
This photograph, this place. This mist of memory and dreams
Which films my eyes, this foggy lens of imagination. This place
Looks so beautiful in a photograph. Is it so beautiful, really?
I am trying to remember. I always thought that photography
Is a bourgeois art. I used to think it is a voyeuristic art.
But it is also a way through which I am both bird and human
Both there and here, both then and now, both in and out
This photograph has set me free from factuality.